The World of A.J. Calidor...

As of March 12, 2009, I am working on a project besides reorganizing my folders.  Le gasp!!  However, I don't want to jynx it by saying anything yet.

My little dancer sways without me- bathed by twilight- in the land of the death, where I can never go.  She dances as the spirit she is- uninhibited by earthly tribulations- and I long to join her though my movements are stiff and wary.  She laughs at me, my graceful muse; she longs to strip off my uncertainty and watch me fly.

                But I cannot take to the sky with her.  My body is too heavy to dance among the winds.  My dear little dancer, I feel her still; her peace sometimes envelops me when I am alone.  I beg her not to feel sorrow in her heart as she looks down on my lonely soul, but she continues to cry diamond tears for me.  I make my little dancer hurt when I give into the self-loathing that has been a constant companion since her passing.  When she feels my apathy toward this world, her pain worsens, a deep melancholy because I no longer live.   She does not understand the burden of eternity alone, when all loved ones have long departed from this earth, dancing freely above my head.